Su Chen sneered.
If the old rat had stayed hidden in the shadows and played dirty, he might have been a little wary.
But if he was coming out to fight head-on? Su Chen wasn't the least bit afraid!
With a thought, the sword-shaped Heart of Rules appeared in his hand.
Right after that, two bright yellow Hundred-Year Soul Rings slowly rose from beneath his feet!
Tang Hao's pupils abruptly contracted, his face full of shock!
What was going on with this brat? Why had he suddenly obtained a Second Soul Ring after just a few days?
And he actually dared to reveal his Martial Soul in the face of pressure from a Titled Douluo like him?
Was he really that bold?
Tang Hao forcibly suppressed his killing intent and said coldly, "Boy, I don't care which faction you come from. If you swear by your Martial Soul to serve me, I can let you go. Or else..."
Tang Hao didn't finish, but anyone could hear the threat in his voice.
He still wanted to recruit Su Chen, just like those Four Single-Attribute Clans.
Take him in as a dog!
After hearing that, Su Chen burst out laughing.
He pretended to dig out his ears, his eyes full of mockery.
"A dignified Titled Douluo sneaks out in the middle of the night to threaten a student at a junior academy. Aren't you afraid people will laugh their heads off if word gets out?"
"Let me guess. Which spineless turtle are you?"
Su Chen stroked his chin, deliberately drawing out his words.
"There are only a handful of Titled Douluo with Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings, but you're hiding your face."
"So you're that Rat Douluo who angered his own father to death six years ago and forced the Clear Sky Sect to seal its gates and retreat from the world—Tang Hao!"
Su Chen tilted his head and looked at him with a smile. "I'm not wrong, am I?"
Tang Hao was stunned!
Tang Hao was furious!
Not only had this brat seen through his hidden identity at a glance, he had dared to call him Rat Douluo!
And he'd mercilessly torn open the deepest wound in Tang Hao's heart.
This brat could not be allowed to live!
Tang Hao's killing intent instantly solidified! His vast spiritual power swept through the entire back mountain like a tide.
After confirming that no powerful expert was lurking nearby, he had no more scruples.
Su Chen struck without a frame.
He raised his sword high above his head and let out a strange cackle. "Heh heh heh... Old Rat, come and taste the might of your Grandpa Su!"
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Just as Tang Hao was about to attack, he suddenly felt a force pressing down on him. His legs began to buckle.
This brat's Soul Skill could actually work on a Titled Douluo?
Tang Hao frantically circulated his Soul Power!
Too bad!
It was completely useless!
Like a helpless husband, just like Tang San, he dropped to his knees and slid rapidly across the ground toward Su Chen!
That was how unreasonable a rule-based Soul Skill was.
Tang Hao had wanted to put on a grand show, but instead he'd made a colossal fool of himself.
When Tang Hao had slid halfway over, Su Chen suddenly remembered the Second Soul Skill he'd just unlocked.
The corner of his mouth lifted as he deliberately withdrew the rule's pull.
The moment control over his body returned, Tang Hao summoned his Martial Soul and swung it at Su Chen.
In an instant, Tang Hao was right in front of Su Chen.
The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand quickly grew larger.
"Die!"
With a roar, the Clear Sky Hammer swelled against the wind, carrying terrifying force that could sweep all before it as it smashed toward Su Chen's head.
Su Chen didn't dodge or evade.
He activated his Second Soul Skill.
"Shared Adversity!"
A layer of invisible, absolute defense instantly spread out.
Bam!
The enormous Clear Sky Hammer struck Su Chen.
A deafening crash exploded through the air.
Tang Hao had thought Su Chen had been smashed into a pulp, but suddenly his chest tightened, and he flew backward even faster.
A long stream of blood spurted from his mouth as he flew.
Su Chen clicked his tongue, thinking what a shame.
What a shame Tang San wasn't nearby. Otherwise, he could've transferred the damage straight to Little Scumbag.
After rolling across the ground a few times, Tang Hao quickly steadied himself.
He stared at Su Chen in horror!
What the hell was this brat? There was clearly no one else around, so why had he been injured by his own power?
Tang Hao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, only to hear a deeply mocking remark.
"That's it? Is that all the Clear Sky Douluo can do?"
Gripping the Clear Sky Hammer again, Tang Hao's eyes filled with blood.
How could a dignified Titled Douluo lose to some punk!
He took a deep breath. His Soul Power surged wildly once more as he prepared to unleash an even fiercer attack.
Suddenly!
That familiar, uncanny sensation descended again!
Tang Hao's knees slammed into the dirt against his will, dragging two furrows through the soil.
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Su Chen was delighted. This old rat was even better than Little Scumbag at dropping coins.
He remembered Little Scumbag had only dropped 200 Abstract Value at first.
Kneeling on the ground, Tang Hao's forehead veins bulged as he madly drove the Soul Power within him, trying to break the accursed restraint!
But Su Chen had no intention of being as gentle with him as he'd been with Tang San.
With a thought,
the Heart of Rules in his hand instantly changed shape!
A spiked club covered in sharp barbs appeared in his hand!
The Wolf-Tooth Sword Club!
This brat's Martial Soul could change shape, too?
A sudden sense of foreboding rose in Tang Hao's heart.
The next second,
his hands snapped together against his will, clamping tightly around the spiked club!
The sharp iron spikes pierced his flesh at once, and blood poured out!
A stabbing pain shot through him, but Tang Hao gritted his teeth.
Who was he? He was the Iron-Boned Clear Sky Douluo!
What was a little pain in the flesh to him?!
He was still struggling desperately, trying to regain control of his body.
Just then, he saw Su Chen take out a bag of something.
Looking closely, it was a packet of fine salt.
Tang Hao was baffled. Why had this brat taken out a packet of salt?
The next second, he found out!
Su Chen took the fine salt in his hand and sprinkled it evenly over Tang Hao's blood-soaked, spike-pierced hands without the slightest hesitation!
"You son of a—"
"Hss—!!!"
The fine salt covered his wounds. The pain was so intense that Tang Hao couldn't finish cursing.
And that wasn't all.
Su Chen spent another point of Abstract Value and redeemed a bottle of bright red liquid from the system shop.
Extra-Concentrated Chili Water.
Heh heh heh!!
Looking at Tang Hao's contorted face, Su Chen let out another strange cackle.
That grin sent even the Clear Sky Douluo a chill.
If he'd known this wicked brat was so vicious, he wouldn't have come even if it killed him.
Too bad there was no cure for regret in this world.
Then he saw Su Chen pour the chili water over his own hands, too!
Kneeling on the ground, Tang Hao stared fixedly at the sight!
He'd thought that with his strength as a Titled Douluo, he could handle this little beast as easily as crushing an ant.
Then he'd repay Tang San a hundredfold for every humiliation he'd suffered!
Who could have known?
He'd tried to show off, only to get played by this wicked brat!
Pain surged through his palms in waves like a tsunami!
He was a tough man! He clenched his teeth and didn't make a sound!
It was just salt and chili water sprinkled on his wounds!
It didn't hurt!
Not one bit!
A brave, tough man feared no hardship.
Tang Hao's eyes were nearly popping out of their sockets, tears welling in them as he looked at Su Chen. "You naturally evil little brat."